Once Upon a Second Chance (Once Upon a Holiday Story #1)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Aaron

We dodged a lot of people while we tried to buy me a few articles of clothing. Daniel was right and nobody inquired why we weren’t helping with the festival, but they were all very interested in what the story was with me and Daniel.

We repeated the same speech for what felt like a hundred times: I was stuck in the snow, now my car was totaled, and Daniel had invited me to stay until I was able to make arrangements. It was the safest answer, and honestly it was the only one.

I liked Daniel a lot. The town was charming, and the people were something out of a Hallmark movie, but I wasn’t sure I fit in with everyone, and while Daniel used all the right words and made me believe he wanted me to stay in this town, I wasn’t so sure.

In the corner of my mind, I also kept thinking about the fact that someone had proposed to him and he’d obviously said no, and that someone had gotten away. What was that story?

“Well, that was an adventure.” Daniel laughed as he started the car and headed for his house.

“No kidding. But at least they were all really nice about being nosy.”

He nodded. “I suppose.”

As I watched the town fly by, I could see how everyone mingled. No one avoided faces, hellos were abundant, and in crisis this was the place to be and these were the people to help you through it.

“Hungry?” Daniel broke the silence, and I faced him with a smirk.

“For?”

He hummed. “Oh, I think I know you’re hungry for that. But we should eat food first.”

I shrugged. I had gone days without food many times and survived. Sex, well, I wasn’t sure I’d survive if Daniel didn’t get his cock in me soon.

“How about grilled cheese and tomato soup? Quick, delicious, and a classic.”

“Sounds great.”

And it was great. We sat at the kitchen table, Mayhem on the other side of the room eating her food. We talked about the people we bumped into, and Daniel shared little tidbits about them.

The food was exactly what my soul needed, and the conversation filled that hole that loneliness too often reigned over.

“I’ll clean up.” I grabbed Daniel’s dishes, not giving him a chance to complain.

“I can help.”

“Nope.” I pushed him away as soon as he tried to get close. “When I offered to assist you with cooking, you were very adamant I sit there and look pretty. So, practice what you preach.” I pointed to the stool.

With a roll of his eyes, he did as he was told and I went about rinsing the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher. When that was done, I peeked over my shoulder at Daniel, who was staring at me with his chin in his hand and an arched eyebrow.

An idea sprung and I thought it would be fun and oh, so sexy. I wrung out the sponge and made sure there was only water in it; then I moved to the table and began wiping it.

Instead of going around it, however, I leaned…far. My ass was out, my arm stretched, and I almost burst out laughing at the sound of the stool scraping along the floor.

“What are you doing, Aaron?”

I peeked at him, bit my lip, and shrugged. “Cleaning, of course.”

“I see.” He tilted his head and motioned for me to continue. So I did.

I had a towel tucked into my pocket, which I pulled out slowly. I pushed the sponge to the side and started really making sure this table was dry. Circle, circle, up, down.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Daniel whispered but I heard him. I wondered how long he’d last.

“Fuck this,” he growled and spun me to face him, his mouth crashing against mine.

I laughed as he lifted me up, plopping me onto the table. “I just cleaned this.”

“And we’re about to dirty it the fuck up.”

I was still wearing Daniel’s clothes since he’d demanded we put all the new ones in the wash. I’d explained I wasn’t picky, but he wouldn’t hear of it. So, when he tore the T-shirt I had on to shreds, I wasn’t even a little upset.

“Wait, the condoms.” I placed my hand on his chest to stop him.

He grinned, reached into his pocket, and slapped three on the table beside me.

“I put them in my pocket when we got home.”

I chuckled. “You planned this?”

His head fell back and a laugh so pure, so beautiful, filled the room. “Don’t even think about questioning what I plan. You were seductively cleaning my kitchen, scheming away. I will never be able to be in this room again without popping an erection. It will make baking cookies with my mother next week a little embarrassing.”

Dread and happiness warred for my attention. Where would I be next week? Should I go to a hotel? Maybe I could ask Daniel ? —

“Nope, stop those thoughts. You’ll be staying here. Now, where were we?”

I didn’t want to think about it either, so I pulled him close and got lost in the feel of his tongue in my mouth and his fingers on my flesh.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his ravenous expression. He was desperate for me. When was the last time anyone had wanted me this much?

He guided me against the table and unbuttoned my pants. A rush of air washed over my legs and cock after Daniel yanked my jeans and boxers off as well. There I was, completely naked, and Daniel hadn’t removed a single stitch of his clothing.

“Now this is what I call dessert.” He delicately grazed the tip of my dick with his finger.

“It’s all yours.”

His gray eyes flicked to mine briefly, and there was so much lust there it almost stole my breath. Then he was on me like a hungry man. My cock was swallowed by the tight heat of his mouth.

I thought I’d come from the way he was masterfully sucking me, and I really wanted him inside me.

“Daniel.”

He stood, and I couldn’t look away as he slipped out of his clothes. His stare was searing; I’d have to check for a burn mark on my skin later. Once he was gloriously nude, he walked away.

“Um…where are you going?”

He didn’t answer me, just opened the corner cabinet and took out a small green bottle.

“A little EVOO to make this go…smoother.”

I laughed as he uncapped the extra virgin olive oil and walked back to me.

“So you weren’t completely prepared.”

He shrugged and poured some on his fingers. “You make my brain mushy.”

I loved that I had the ability to do that to a man like Daniel. It was a powerful feeling and one I wished I could pack away with me and relive on the nights I was alone.

The melancholy almost pulled me under until Daniel’s finger gently glided into my hole.

“Fuck, Aaron, you’re so tight.”

I couldn’t respond to anything, and I wasn’t even going to try. I embraced the inner wanton whore that restlessly clawed at my chest and released the dirtiest, neediest moan ever.

“Daniel, I need to you fuck me.”

“I won’t hurt you, Aaron.”

I gripped his wrist. “I know you won’t, but I won’t last much longer.”

He leaned over and hungrily kissed me while he pumped two fingers into me. I was on the precipice of pure bliss when he pulled them out.

“ Ughhh! ”

“Hold on, I got you,” he reassured me.

I was in a haze and didn’t even remember him putting on the condom, but a moment later, he rested his torso on mine and bent my leg, spreading me even more. Then, torturously slow, he finally started fucking me.